Part 3

I didn't take me very long to rush home and get back to the woods but I
was still worried about what I might be missing out on while I was
gone. Opportunities like this didn't come along often and I was
determined not to miss my chance.

I ducked into the woods about twenty yards from the main path and
stayed parallel to it as I worked my way up the side of the hill. It
wasn't long before I spied a familiar figure moving slowly down the
path, furtively glancing into the underbrush with every step. Timing my
movement carefully, I crept closer to the edge of the trail. I was so
preoccupied with my prey that I didn't even realize I was being stalked
myself until a solid weight landed on my back and a wild whoop sounded
in my ears.

I thrashed wildly for about twenty seconds and was finally able to
throw him off my back. He laughed as he rolled over in the dirt. I
jumped to my feet and glared down at him.

"God damn it, David! You scared the shit out of me," I complained.

"I knew that shithead was hiding along in here somewhere," Steve
chuckled as he stepped off the path to join us. He slapped his
thigh. "Oh, man. You shoulda seen your face. I almost dropped the
bottle, I was laughing so hard."

My anger was instantly forgotten. "Did you get it? Let me see."

David and I both crowded in as Steve opened his backpack and drew out a
large, clear bottle. Three inches of dark liquid shifted and reflected
the afternoon light as he held it aloft.

"Wow," David breathed. "Is it really Jack Daniels?"

"Read the label, stupid," Steve sneered. "Almost half a bottle, all for
us. You think you guys are tough enough?"

We both nodded eagerly, anxious to prove our manhood.

"What did you guys bring?" Steve asked.

"I swiped three of my dad's beers," David volunteered. "Nothing like a
cold Bud with a whiskey chaser."

"Like you've ever had one," Steve laughed. He turned to me. "How about
you, Bobby? Did you get the food?"

"Right here," I patted my bag. "I got munchies galore. Of course," I
said as I gave David a dirty look, "the chips are probably all smashed
after your little stunt."

"Who cares?" David shrugged. "I'm planning on drinking my dinner
anyway. Open the bottle, Steve."

Steve unscrewed the cap and held the bottle under his nose for several
seconds, then gave us each a sniff. I wrinkled my nose.

"Whew! It smells sorta like aftershave."

"You just gotta get used to it," David said. "I like the smell."

Steve shoved the bottle into David's stomach. "Here, then. You can have
the first swig."

David's face got a little pale but he was stuck and he knew it. None of
us had ever tried hard liquor before but, under the unwritten code of
adolescence, none of us dared show fear in front of our friends. It was
ok to be scared; it wasn't ok to admit it.

David took the bottle from Steve and looked at it for several seconds,
then lifted it gingerly and took a gentle sip. He managed to swallow it
but his eyes were watering as he passed the bottle back to Steve.

"Nice," he rasped, barely able to talk. "Real smooth."

"That's not how a man drinks it," Steve teased. "You gotta swig it."

He stuck the whole bottle in his mouth and tipped his head way back.
His throat convulsed and he made loud gulping noises. David looked over
at me and winked. We could both see that Steve was capping the bottle
with his tongue. Still, he put on a good show and that was acceptable.
You didn't have to be tough to be cool, you just had to act it.

After several long seconds Steve brought the bottle down and smacked
his lips loudly. He must have gotten more than he planned because he
started coughing and gagging. I took the bottle as David good-naturedly
slapped him on the back.

"I'm ok," he mumbled when he got his breath back. "It just went down
the wrong pipe. Your turn, Bobby."

I made a great show of wiping the neck with my shirt, stalling for
time. Finally, unable to postpone it any longer, I but the bottle to my
lips and took a small swig.

I got it down without choking, but my knees wobbled as the whiskey
burned its way to my stomach. I could feel the heat spreading out from
my belly as I grinned weakly at my friends.

We all smiled and clapped each other on the back. Another step to
adulthood had been safely surmounted. We'd come out here today to
practice our drinking in private, and we'd proven to ourselves that we
could do it. We weren't leaving for a while- we needed to stay and
practice some more, maybe find out what a 'buzz' was- but the important
work was done. The next time we were at a party and an older boy
brought out a bottle, the three of us wouldn't have to sneak away with
the younger kids before the fun started.

We were just starting to get a little giggly when we heard the rustling
in the bushes. "Shit," David whispered. "Somebody's coming. Bobby, go
see who it is."

I crawled to the top of the hill we were hiding behind, then
frantically signaled to the other two to join me. "You guys are not
going to believe this," I whispered as they peered over the crest with
me.

We could see a woman crawling away from us, down the path. Crawling.
She had  a skin-tight top on and chains on her hands and feet. Her ass
was bare, completely bare. We all stared open-mouthed at the first
pussy any of us had ever seen.

"Who is it?" David whispered when he got over the shock.

"It's tough to tell from this angle," Steve snickered, always a
smartass. "Whoever she is, she's a real slut. Look at her shake that
ass!"

It looked like the woman was trying to crawl as fast as she could. All
she was really doing was making her ass sway from side to side. I felt
a painful erection cramp my shorts.

"We gotta see who it is," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's sneak around
in front of her."

As soon as we started to rise, though, David stepped on a dry branch.
The snap sounded like a starter's gun and the lady jumped up like she
was coming out of the blocks. Her chains tripped her and she rolled
over in the dirt. She quickly got back on all fours and spun around to
see what the noise was.

"Holy shit, I know that lady," I said to the others. "She lives on my
street."

She seemed as shocked at seeing the three of us as we were at seeing a
half-naked woman in the woods. I couldn't tear my eyes off her tits.
They hung down sexily, the upper slopes shiny with sweat and the
bottoms barely covered by her outfit. Her chest was heaving as she
panted in fright.

"Wh-what are you boys doing out here?" she finally asked.

None of us said anything. We were speechless.

"This isn't any of your concern," she warned us. "Never mind me. You go
on home."

She backed around a corner, facing us the entire way. We just stood
there spellbound until she disappeared.

"Wow, that was really something," David was the first to speak. "Did
you guys see her pussy?"

"Of course, dummy," Steve replied. "We got eyes, don't we. Come on, I
want to get a closer look."

We took off down the trail. As soon as she heard us coming, the lady
started hurrying but we caught right up to her and followed along about
ten feet behind. She crawled along until she was out of breath, then
spun around again.

"I told you boys to leave," she shouted, then focused on me. "I know
your mother, Bobby Conrad! Do you want me to call her and tell her
you're out here harassing me?"

"We better go," I said to the others, worried about being
recognized. "I don't want to get in trouble. Sorry, Mrs. Haggerty."

"Are you nuts?" Steve asked. "What do you think she's going to
say? 'Hello, Mrs. Conrad. I was crawling around in the woods yesterday,
showing off my big hairy pussy to the whole world, and your son was
bothering me by staring at it.' She'd be the one in big trouble, not
you."

"Yeah, maybe we should go tell somebody about her," David chimed in.
Then seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, "We can tell our parents we
were just playing out here and she jumped out of nowhere, buck naked,
and tried to attack us."

"No, please don't do that," she cried. "Please!" She turned to
me. "Bobby, you know me. We're neighbors. Please help me."

I sensed an opportunity. "They won't tell anybody about you if you show
us your tits," I said. David slapped me on the back, grinning broadly.

She grimaced but I think she knew she didn't have much choice, because
she didn't stall for very long. Looking around to make sure we were
alone in the woods, she sat back on her ankles and lifted her hands to
her top.

We all held our breath as the woman paused for several seconds, then
peeled the cloth off her boobs. I just expected her to give us a quick
peek and then cover up again, but she tucked the cups under her tits
and put her hands on her knees as she stared at the ground.

Her tits were fantastic, even if they were the first ones I'd ever
seen. Big, dark rings encircled her nipples, which were puckering right
before our eyes. The tips of her nipples rose and fell gently as she
waited for our next move.

"Oh, shit. What a fantastic set of knockers. They're way bigger than my
mom's," David said. Mrs. Haggerty blushed but she sat up a little
straighter at the compliment.

"You do have nice tits," I agreed.

"Thank you, Bobby," she smiled weakly.

"Yeah, her tits are nice, but I want to see that beaver again," Steve
said.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Haggerty. Turn back around," I urged her. Her eyes
started to tear up but she nodded and got back on all fours. She turned
and faced away from us, her knees a foot or so apart.

We stared, transfixed. Her pussy hair was short, allowing us to see
everything. Her outer cuntlips were nice and plump, bisected by the
dark pink line of her inner lips. They protruded slightly from her
crotch, actually sticking out beyond the hair surrounding them.

Her ass was full and round, framing her pussy and the dark hole just
above it. My cock throbbed as I took in her tiny, crinkled portal.
Somehow, seeing the asshole of a woman like her seemed even dirtier
than staring at her pussy and tits.

I was bent over a little, staring up between her legs at her tits which
were partially visible from behind as they dangled beneath her, when
Steve shoved me in the back.

"Go on, man. She's your friend," he said. "Go touch her."

Mrs. Haggerty jumped when she heard that but she didn't try to run. I
think she knew at that point that there wasn't a lot she could do about
it anyway. She flinched again when I knelt beside her but didn't move
away.

I finally worked up the courage to touch her. Figuring I'd start
someplace safe, I gently placed my hand on her back, feeling the smooth
material of her top. I wasn't prepared for her reaction.

With a loud wail she spun toward me and threw herself against my legs.
At first I thought she was attacking me and trying to punch me in the
nuts or something. David and Steve must have thought the same thing
because they took off running. Nice guys.

I grabbed at her to defend myself but she clung to me like a madwoman.
It took me several seconds to realize she was sobbing, not fighting. I
wound up kneeling with her head in my lap, stroking her hair as she
cried.

"Oh, Bobby! It's been so awful and I've been stuck like this forever!"
she wailed. "I've been so scared and I think I've lost my husband and I
didn't think I was going to ever get out and I'm starving and then
Kelly called the police and I had to hide and then you found me and now
everyone in the whole world will know what a fool I am!" She babbled on
and on. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about but I stroked
her back as she cried. I figured she was having some kind of nervous
breakdown or something; it was definitely the weirdest situation I'd
ever been in.

Finally she lifted her tear-streaked face. "Is there any way out of
this awful mess, Bobby? Is my life ruined?"

"I won't tell anybody and I'll try to keep them from telling either," I
assured her as I patted her on the head. "But what exactly is going on?"

She put her head back down in my lap then and started telling me the
whole story, about the fight with her husband and locking herself into
the chains. She explained how she had scrounged food over the weekend
and then how she had to sneak out of her house to avoid the police.

The whole time she was talking, I could feel the heavy weight of her
boob resting on my leg. I could even feel her nipple pressing into my
bare thigh, just below the hem of my shorts. Her head was resting in my
lap and as she talked her cheek rubbed back and forth against my boner.

I started out rubbing her back but I steadily moved down until I was
stroking her bare bottom. Her voice caught in her throat the first time
my fingers brushed her pubic hair but she kept talking. Soon I was
stroking across the swollen ridge of her inner lips with every pass.

I looked up to see that David and Steve had crept back to the edge of
the clearing. Steve grinned at me and made a fucking motion with his
finger. I nodded and paused on my next stroke. Acting like I did this
all the time even though my heart was pounding, I nonchalantly pushed a
finger into my neighbor's moist bottom.

She stopped talking then but didn't lift her head. Steve and David
crept up behind her, staring open-mouthed as I pushed a second finger
in along with the first. I started fumbling around, looking for her
clit.

"Will you help me, Bobby?" she asked without looking at me. "Will you
help me get home and find food and get out of these chains? Will you
keep your friends from telling? Will you help me out of this awful
mess?"

"Yes, Mrs. Haggerty," I said. "I'll help you."

"Please call me Rhonda," she said.

She seemed to relax at that point and I felt her back arch to tilt her
pussy up toward my hand. I finally found her clit and her ass started
humping back slightly to meet me as I stroked her button.

I grinned like an idiot at David, who gave me a thumbs up and crept up
behind her. She stiffened when he touched her ass but held still. I
drew my hand out of her pussy and stroked her head as David took my
place.

Rhonda's head was sliding back and forth across my erection as David
pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy. She turned her head and I
could feel her hot breath pushing through the fabric of my shorts. Her
lips were pressed right against my zipper and I was afraid my cock
would explode.

David and I both worked up our courage at the same time. Stroking her
hair with one hand, I unzipped my shorts with the other. Rhonda was
kissing my hand as I fished around in my shorts. I finally hooked my
cock and pulled it out and she immediately engulfed it. No kissing. No
licking. No tonguing it gently. She swallowed the damn thing right to
my balls and kept it buried in her throat.

Meanwhile, David had dropped his pants and knee-walked up behind her.
He pressed his cock against her pussy and it sank it right in. He put
both hands on her hips and started humping, his face frowning in
concentration as he fucked her.

At the time I figured she thought trading sex for silence was a good
deal. Later I decided that she got off on not being able to stop us.
For whatever reason, she went nuts on our cocks. Her head started
bobbing up and down on my cock as she slammed her pussy back to meet
David's thrusts. Steve had his cock out and was fisting it as he
watched our spectacle.

"Oh," David groaned. "Her pussy is so hot it's burning my cock! What a
great piece of ass! How's her mouth, Bobby?"

"Best blowjob I've ever had," I replied. The only blowjob I'd ever had,
I thought. Still, Rhonda must have liked hearing it because she went
even wilder on my cock, teasing the head with her tongue before she
pushed my knob deep into her throat.

"Get ready, baby! I'm cumming!" David suddenly made a face as his hips
drove forward. He twitched for several seconds, then collapsed across
Rhonda's back as she continued to suck my cock. Steve immediately
pulled David off her and took his place. Rhonda groaned around my cock
as Steve entered her but began pushing back to meet him.

I held out for as well as I could but her mouth just felt too good to
last very long. My balls tightened as I got close. Suddenly I felt my
cum racing up my shaft, shooting into Rhonda's mouth in violent spurts.
Not a drop escaped her lips; she swallowed it all and then licked me
clean.

She finally lifted her face off my prick, only to have David shove his
dirty cock right under her nose. I expected her to push him away but
she never hesitated. I watched in fascination as she cleaned her own
juices off his cock and continued to suck him after he'd stiffened in
her mouth.

We fucked her for almost three hours. Rhonda did whatever we asked her
to, without complaint. She sucked our nuts. She cleaned our slimy dicks
after we pulled them out of her pussy. She even masturbated for us
while we were resting between fucks. The only time she balked was when
Steve shoved his finger up her ass. She jumped away and crawled over to
me, begging me not to let him. Relishing my role as her protector, I
told Steve her asshole was off limits. Rhonda hugged me in gratitude
and sucked my cock to another erection as Steve was forced to content
himself with her pussy.

I was fucking her for the last time when it occurred to me that I
wanted to keep Rhonda for myself. At least until her husband came home.
Her pussy felt great on my cock and I didn't want to share it with
anyone. I had to find a way to keep Steve and David quiet.

After we were all exhausted, I left Rhonda to rest in the shade and
drew my friends down the trail.

"Ok, guys. Here's how it's going to be. Rhonda is going with me. You
guys don't contact her again unless you're with me."

"Bullshit!" David exclaimed. "I can go see her any time I want."

"No." I was forceful. "You saw who she went to back there. She's mine.
You guys can only fuck her again if I say so."

"I'll fuck her if I want," Steve protested. "Who the hell is going to
stop me?"

"I will."

"If you try, I'll tell everybody what happened here today," David
replied. "Everyone will know she's a slut then. She'll be the laughing
stock of the town."

"If anybody, anywhere, ever finds out about what happened here today,
I'm going to immediately call your dad," I said as I looked at
David. "And I'm going to tell him about that hole you made in the
plaster so you can spy on your mom." He paled. David's dad had a
violent temper and there was no way David would be able to deny spying
on his mother once his dad found that hole.

"There's nothing you can threaten me with," Steve taunted.

"I'll tell Tank Wilkins that you're the guy who put dogshit in his
trumpet last year at Homecoming."

"But I'm not the one who did it!" Steve protested.

I grinned at him. "Then just tell him that when he comes looking for
you."

They both scowled at me. "Look, guys. We all got laid, didn't we? Look
at the bright side. But she's got a life to go back to. She's not a
slut."

"You sure could have fooled me," Steve grumbled.

"I'm going to take her home and help her get out of those chains," I
said. Then it will be over, ok?"

Reluctantly, they both nodded. As we started back to the clearing,
David suddenly grinned.

"We sure lost our cherries with style, didn't we?"
 

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